Butchers

God gave us nothing but
A reason

To fight

And we are jealous bitter
Empty shells
Confused by
This life

And all we want are heroes
A passion or
Something, anything
To justify why we die


So stick to the game plans
Give 'em your all
Light 'em up
Tell yourself it's for a noble cause
For the better

What a fucking lie


We'll sneak out
While they sleep
And cause a riot

We'll cover them in oil
And set their world alight

It's not terrorism yeah
When you're on the side that's right

Right?


So stick to the game plans
Give 'em your all
Light 'em up
Tell yourself it's for a noble cause
For the better

What a fucking lie


Weighed down wearing packs
Of gadgets made to kill
And with a cigarette and a one track mind
We'll mow them down like pigs

That somehow we think deserve to die


So stick to the game plans
Give 'em your all
Light 'em up
Tell yourself it's for a noble cause
For the better

We're always better than them

So stick to the game plans
Give 'em your all
Light 'em up
Tell yourself it's for a noble cause
For the better

What a fucking lie